This place makes Cambodia look like Kansas. When I was little, we found a man. He looked like... like, butchered. The old woman in the village crossed themselves... and whispered crazy things - strange things. "El Diablo que hace trofeos de los hombres." Only in the hottest years this happens - and this year, it grows hot. We begin finding our men. We found them sometimes without their skins... and sometimes much, much worse. ..."El Diablo que hace trofeos de los hombres" means "the demon who makes trophies of men". You never were that smart... Stick around! What the hell are YOU? There's something out there waiting for us... and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die. This is a one way ticket. Once we cross that border... We're on our own. I gotcha, motherfucker! I gotcha! This is getting better by the minute. We make a stand now, or there will be nobody left to go to the chopper.